A Promise

He bought her flowers 

She’d made a promise 
He loves the way she always keeps her word
He wouldn’t change her 
That’s why she loves him 
He put the flowers on his table and thought of her.
Their love is still haunting the rooms of their souls
Looking for ways to occupy it’s time
Remembering and wishing for a whisper 
Knowing they’re still intertwined. 
He won’t forget her
He made a promise 
She loves the way he always keeps his word
 

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